Now the only worry was if Hannah happened to glance inside it and see the letter in one piece again. Would she believe the explanation was miraculous intervention from God? Probably not. “Well, whatever you girls were doing,” Hannah said, “siesta is over, and it’s time to get a move on. Emma and Olivia, you’re coming with me to North Corral, right? Meet-Your-Horse?” Emma and Olivia nodded and went for their hats and water. At the same time, their eyes kept darting to the wastebasket, like they feared the letter might leap out and give us away. Grace, meanwhile, was making a lot of noise opening and closing the drawers of her bureau. “Lucy and I have the swim test,” she said. “Uh . . . but I . . . uh, I can’t find my bathing suit.” “Oh, dear,” said Hannah. “Are you sure you packed it?” “It’s here somewhere.” Grace shoved a drawer shut. “It’s just going to take me a couple more minutes. You guys should get going, though, Hannah. It’s a long way to North Corral.
